Growing up in Southern California was pretty sweet. This is not a woe as me story, it's all sunshine and a little rain down here. The polar vortex didn't even touch us.. Did I lose some of you yet? But something that I was never a fan of was the beach. It just didn't call to me like it supposedly does to everyone else. I didn't want to feel the ocean breeze and the thought of sand everywhere was enough to send me running.
When we had kids my husband (who loves the beach) pointed out that I was going to have to make some sacrifices in that area for the boys- him included. I fought it for awhile, I was making the decision that hey- my kids are totally fine without the beach. Then this happened:
As a mom seeing pure joy on your child's face means that you keep doing what makes them so happy. Splashing and exploring made them ecstatic and the sand everywhere- pure joy.
Sand panic aside, it has been really fun letting go of the anxiety the beach used to give me and embrace the mess. This is another part of me being brave, letting my littles go crazy and enjoy the sunshine.
PS this was in February.
East coast.. you can hate me now.
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